Then they took him homeAnd refusedTo set him on fireThey were evil, evil, evil, childrenAnd they refused to doAs they were told

They would say,"Why should we leave the elderly woman In the middleof the Expressway?No way, we're not doing it."Then they would go downstairsAnd prepareThe Molotov cocktails,Knowing full wellThat when they were finished,There was no way in hellThey were going to blow upthe neighbor's barnThey were evil, evil, evil children.

All their lives,People expected them to do bad.They almostNever delivered*